Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief
On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair
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Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief
On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair
It has mantled a world.

Some knowledge and some song and some beauty must be kept for those days before the world again plunges into read more

Some knowledge and some song and some beauty must be kept for those days before the world again plunges into darkness.

Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.

You can't study the darkness by flooding it with light.

You can't study the darkness by flooding it with light.

The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before;
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The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; darkness had no need
Of aid from them--she was the Universe.

The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their read more

The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how read more

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.